What Bolsheviks?: Alt WW2 RP (IC/Customs)

by **Molvaniia** » Sat Sep 01, 2018 9:56 am

It's the year 1939, and the German war machine is rising with Hitler and fascism around Western Europe. And in Asia, with the Second Sino-Japanese war at an end, Japan is a superpower in the East, What is your nation doing at this time?

PLEASE READ THE RULES!!!

Rules:
-If one were to go inactive (For 10 days.), they are removed from the RP and the Map.
-If one were to FRP, their post will be voided, and shall have no effect.
-Please keep it realistic.
-No Cold war or ultra-futuristic weaponry (Space lasers, Space ships, Nuclear bombs that can destroy an entire world, etc.) Keep it to the time period.
-No nuclear bombs (Unless authorized by me or it's 1945.)
-No spreading other RP's here.

Current Map:

Nations signed up:
Molvaniia - Soviet Union

Northern Poland - Scandinavia
Vietmihn - German Reich
Bolslania - United Kingdom
Imperial Warglorian Empire - United Republic of American Patriots
Crockerland - New Holland (Brazil)
Capent - Hungarian Empire
Scottish Socialists - Quebec
Arvenia - Canada
Joushiki Nante Iranai - Iberia
Agarntrop - France
Gopnikea - Serbia
Rannoria - Netherlands

CURRENT YEAR (The most recent IC post date is the new IC date)

1939

CURRENT WARS
Italian Mediterranean campaign
Conquest for Antarctica

CURRENT ALLIANCES/NON-AGGRESSION PACTS
Axis (Italy)
French Comintern (France)
Cominform (USSR, Poland, China, Pakistan, Mongolia, North Japan, North Korea, Hungary, Bulgaria, East Austria)
Iberian-Soviet non-aggression pact
London-Moscow Pact (England, USSR)
PMM (Iberia, Britain, America)

OOC

by **Crockerland** » Sat Sep 01, 2018 2:09 pm

Mauritsstad, New Holland
August 22nd, 1939

Pin used by Jewish nationalists (zionists) in
New Holland to indicate support for
a Jewish state, and opposition to
Nazi German (and foreign) anti-semitic laws,
it portrays the flag of New Holland next to
Morris Harris' 1897/1989 "Zion Flag".

Amidst the towering skyscrapers and industrious automobile & farm equipment assembly plants of New Holland's capital city lied it's capitol building, which on the 22nd of August of 1939, had convened a congressional meeting to discuss actions to be taken in regards to the abuse of Jewish people under Adolf Hitler and other foreign tyrants. The city's population was bustling with terrestrial and maritime traffic, bolstered by a tourist population who had come to visit and watch the polished aluminum-clad fighters and bombers of the New Holland Air Forces perform aerial maneuvers in an inspiring tour de force.

Though New Holland's response to the anti-semitic laws of the New German Reich had been debated for several years, regional conflicts in South America had lead to preoccupation on the part of the nation's legislature, the only significant progress being the acceptance of 20,000 Jewish refugees during the Evian Conference. After years of protests and rallies primarily spearheaded by the New Holland Jewish League, the Nationaal Congres van New Holland finally commenced hearings before the vote on a new piece of legislation, the Jewish Right to Existence Act, which would:

Recognize the right of the Jewish People to exist & their inherent right to self-determination;
Confirm state support for the Balfour Declaration, to enable the Jewish people a nation of their own;
Denounce all persecutory laws targeting people of Jewish faith, especially in the New German Reich;
Accept a further 100,000 stateless Jewish refugees, giving them and their descendants temporary citizen status until the establishment of a Jewish state;
Provide ƒ75,000 guilders to the Refugee Management Agency to fund housing, supplies, and Dutch language education for the refugees.

Most notable among the speakers at the proceedings was most likely New Holland Jewish League speaker Meshulam Ovadia. "New Holland has always been a safe-haven from persecution for the Jews," Ovadia argued "ever since the Portuguese and Spanish wanted to forcibly convert the Jewish people into Catholics, the Conversos and Marranos, we have been able to find protection within New Holland. Many brave Jewish men have fought and died for New Holland in the past, and many of us proudly supported the right to the people of New Holland to seek independence from the Dutch Empire and determine their own policies and paths, now we ask only that the Christian populace of this nation support our right to do the same."

"If some nation were to make the Dutch Reformed faith illegal to practice," he continued, "if they were to persecute and antagonize it's practitioners, disarm them and strip them of their rights, as some nations have done to the Jews, would you not want to pursue the same course of action we now ask for then? We are told in the book of Leviticus to love our neighbors as ourselves, so, if you would indeed do this for yourselves, then I only ask, on behalf of the New Holland Jewish League, that you do it for your neighbors as well."

Upon the conclusion of the hearings, a vote took place, and the following results were tallied:

87

15

31

1

45

59

2

39

9

32

8

17

20

10

11

9

1

3

1

Overall, there were 276 votes in favor of the resolution, 17 abstentions, and 107 votes against. The Fascist League and Socialist Party both primarily voted against the resolution, while the Royal Party and Portuguese Bloc primarily abstained, and the Democrats, Agrarian Conservatives, NLP, and National Party all had a majority vote in favor of the move. New Holland's president, John Matelief, stated he would not veto the resolution or contest it's results, and was in favor of it's progression.

A large celebration was held in and around the Kahal Zur Israel Synagogue, the first synagogue ever established in the new world, by members of the New Holland Jewish League and their allies. The refugee populace of Mauritsstad, and the nation at large, were very pleased with the news. Further debates would no doubt be held on the matter, such as whether the refugees should have the right to small arms ownership extended to all other citizens, how much property they should be allowed to own, and other issues, but overall, in their view at least, the Jewish Right to Existence Act was a clear victory over antisemitism.

iSideWith results · by **Scottish Socialists** » Sat Sep 01, 2018 3:26 pm

Nouvelle-Paris, Quebec
August 26th, 1939

The celebrations for 'Journée de la Liberté' are in full swing, as it is the 213th year since Quebec fought for independence in 1726.
Men, women and children line the streets of 'Rue de Liberté' as Adélard Godbout is driven down the street by his chauffeur, Pierre.

Everyone is cheering, and waving Quebecois flags.

But someone in the crowd isn't here for celebrating.

ADRIEN ARCAND

Adrien Arcand was a known Nazi sympathiser, who established the 'Parti National Social Chrétien' in 1934.
Arcand advocated for the deportation of Jews, and after a protest that killed 2 civilians in 1937, he and 39 other people were detained by the police.

Arcand was released in July 1938, and got back to work promoting his Nazi ideas.

Recently, though, he has went undercover.

As Pierre turned onto 'Rue de Calais', he spotted something out of the corner of his eye.
A man was acting suspiciously, loitering around a flower shop, staring at the car, hand in his jacket pocket.
As Pierre looked at the man, he saw him pull a pistol out of his pocket, and aim it at the car.

Then, he heard a gunshot.

Pierre slammed his foot on the pedal, shouting 'Monsieur Godbout! Descendre!'.
Pierre heard a second shot, and saw a bullet smash through the windshield, creating a hole.
He turned onto 'Godbout Voir', a street named after the leader, then into an alleyway, and after reappearing on 'Route Aquitaine' before crashing into a patisserie, knocking Godbout unconscious.

He looked behind him, shouting 'Monsieur Godbout! Est-ce que tu vas bien?' and hearing no reply. He tried again, and this time heard 'Pierre? Est-ce vous? Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé?' from the back seat.

Pierre replied with 'Des salauds ont essayé de te tuer!', while checking to see if he had any injuries.

A very disorientated Adélard replied 'Vraiment? Je pensais que le moteur avait sauté. Très bien alors, allons-y.', before opening the door, stepping out, and falling over

Pierre was relieved.
The leader of Quebec would not die today.

Nouvelle-Paris, Quebec
August 27th, 1939

Radios and television sets all over the country, and the world, broadcast the news that Adélard Godbout has survived.
From his hospital bed, he spoke these words.

Mes compatriotes québécois.

Comme vous le savez tous, j'ai été attaqué lors des célébrations vers 12h49.

Cela ne restera pas impuni.

Une récompense de 1000 francs est disponible pour toute personne connaissant l'identité de l'individu.

Merci de votre attention.

Vive le Québec.

Adélard then lay back in his hospital bed, saying 'Pars maintenant. J'ai besoin de repos.'

by **Newne Carriebean7** » Sat Sep 01, 2018 4:35 pm

Kingdom of Italy
Rome
August 27th, 1939

The faint boom of thunder and the timid flashes of lightning were heard faintly in the distance of the capital of the empire. Below the large Italian villa in the style of classical greco roman design stood a large crowd of thousands of people, all a mixture of young and old. They had come from all over Italy and Rome to hear their leader speak. While the necessity of going in person for a political speech had long been extinguished because of advancements in the radio industry, there were still tens of thousands of Italian citizenry that stood eager to see their leader with their own eyes, instead of relying on a newspaper for a photograph of him on the front page. A large collage of whispering, murmur, talking and shouting were heard before a long, slow drum beatings were heard, accompanied by the screams of several high pitched trumpets. Their glorious leader Il Duce Benito Mussolini appeared on the balcony, waving to supporters who broke out in a frenzy of cheers, applaud and compliments. With a raised hand over the crowd, a dead silence appeared before Mussolini breathed into the BBC style microphone to test it, and began his speech.

"Italian children, It is I, your father, your leader and your brother Benito Mussolini. If we are to look back at this day, let it be one of jubilant celebration! Our military victories in Abyssinia and Albania are wonderful achievements that only the skilled leadership of our commanders and the bravery of our men at arms could accomplish. To this I salute all soldiers, sailors and aviators, who fight and die for the glory of Italian ideas of nationalism and the restoration of our former glory! If we were to go back in time, a total of, let's say, twenty years, we would still be negotiating with those bastardy Entente over the spoils of Austria Hungary, which resulted in our empire getting the 'raw deal' as it were. The Italian economy was in ruins, and there was a Jewish-communist plot to destroy Italia from the inside! If it was not for my brave march to seize power to ensure a stable government from the instability, the uncertainty and the inaction of the Italian democracy, our nation might be raising the red flag of the hated revolution while praying on the sidewalks! There would have been mass strikes, the economy would have cratered and our beloved nation would fall into disrepair and possibly civil war.

I have to thank the opportunity I had his majesty King Victor Emmanuel III for me to form a government on my own and to ensure the survival of the Italian state! As far as our large military conquests are concerned, we have done splendidly for a nation with our size. We have recently formed a personal union with the Albanians, put the rightful King Iyasu IV back on the Ethiopian Throne, and managed to acquire an Asian colony on behalf of the garrison at the Tianjin Concession in china! In regards to the Reiga Marina, my naval expansion plans are building up the second roman armada, as it were. I am planning on constructing two more battleships, one more battlecruiser, four heavy cruisers, five light cruisers and numbers of fifteen and eighteen regarding destroyers and submarines respectively. Our ever invincible soldiers that fight under the Italian tricolor are mere successors to the marching and triumphant legionaries that were defeated at Canne-I mean won at Zuma! Our only difference is that Ceaser would have loved to have a few tanks and flying machines at his disposal to fully crush the Carthaginians, hell, if we had loaned Admiral Pulcher the old battleship Conte di Cavour, the Carthaginians would be blown out of the sea so much, they'd think their gods had cursed them! Our armed forces have known nothing but absolute victory, and I ensure that our thirst for the territory deserved to Italia will be a near unquenchable thirst for land and resources for our war machine!

I applaud the Italian worker and his hard efforts in ensuring the military is well equipped with the latest and greatest toys, gizmos and gadgets. Our military weapons may be terrible, but this means we have ample room to improve. We could even take stockpiles of our old great war weaponry and utilize those as temporary solutions. I must admit that our armored forces may be impressive on paper, but that's all they'd be able to stop with such thin armor, if the enemy was chucking paper that expressed our praise for our tanks' armor and turned that paper into a bunch of little airplanes at our tanks, if one of them got in the driver's eye, we'd drive the tank off a cliff in a panic! The Army will get bigger and better armored forces, we are simply not prepared for such a conflict against the Russian empire, if we did have to fight them. Modernizing our armored forces is the key to this upcoming conflict, whenever it's going to be here.

I must now turn my eye to internal affairs, I shall be holding a wonderful meeting with the Chamber of Fasci and Corporations in appointing a brand new president to the chamber, with the unfortunate death of the national hero in defense of corporatism and commercialism Constanzo Ciano. The meeting shall range of a variety of issues, such as social security, discussion of keeping the tariffs high on foreign goods for the time being, Added incentives for military service, such as state paid schooling for one year and a loan for a home, a car and a radio.

I am also pleased to form a new branch of government called the Military Congress of Generals. It shall be made up military commanders representing each of two main branches: Edmondo Rossoni, Rodolfo Grazani and Emio De Bono representing the Army, Angelo Iachino, Atturo Ricardi and Ingrino Campioni all representing the navy. Their official mandate for power shall be the organization of the needed weaponry and to work closely with the Chamber of Fasci and Corporations to ensure a large number of arms reach the front lines, morale is kept up for the troops and the military resources required for a large operation are not cut off by enemy action, directing almost all military actions with the consent and approval of both Il Duce and the armed forces commander it shall delegate to execute their said planned military actions down the military chain of command until it reaches the appropriate offices of execution and deliberation.However, their authority shall be only over large spanning campaigns,such as if we liberate the pharaohs or even swallow up some Asian colonies. I trust that the local military command structure that has been in place since the birth of the great Italian state in the 1860s and served us well throughout the great war will continue to inspire men to achieve their utmost in their positions of service and dedication to the Italian tricolor of red, white and green. Long Live Italy! Long Live Il Duce! May the Empire endure for a thousand years of prosperity and longevity! Saluta il nostro generale vittorioso!"

"Saluta il nostro generale vittorioso! Long Live Il Duce! May the Empire endure for a thousand years of longevity and prosperity!"

The crowd below erupted into a frenzy of cheers, roman salutes and repeats of "Saluta il nostro generale vittorioso!" as Mussolini stood out on the balcony for a solid minute before the cheers of the crowd died down and began to disperse as he made his way back inside the villa.

Mussolini lifted up the newspaper and smiled at the international news section of it, pointing to a caricature of the supposed shooter that tried to kill the Quebecois leader.
"You see, we need more people like this, we need to possibly hire foreign spies that will kill off opposition leadership in other nations. In fact, I wonder if we could offer him asylum- yes, That's what our official statement shall be on the incident in Quebec. We'll wish we gave him another bullet, or was a better shot, something along those lines, oh, and make me some goddamn shoelace stew!"
"You mean pasta and a bowl of zuppa toscana soup?"
"Yes, give me that fucking hell."
"What is the hel-"
Mussolini, sick of his shit, whipped out his service pistol and introduced his incompetent aide to a bullet, with him slouching to the floor after a shudder.
"Aide Robert McBob."
Within a few seconds, the aide emerged from the corner of his eye and saluted.
"Yes, Il Duce?"
"I want you to do three simple things, make me my dinner, clean up this corpse and write up an official statement on the incident in Quebec."
"Right away Il Duce." McBob nodded as he began to boil some pasta while dragging the body out to the dumpster of people that pissed off Mussolini, which was nearly full thanks to the elimination of all the garbage men.

OFFICIAL RESPONSE BY THE GOVERNMENT OF ITALY REGARDING THE ATTEMPTED ASSASSINATION OF QUEBECIOUS LEADER Adélard Godbout

The Italian government, under the direction of Il Duce, applauds the efforts of this lone wolf terrorist attack on grossly ugly Gobout, and wish the instigator of violence to live a full life here in Italy, that is why the Italian government offers the assassin asylum in Italy for a period of 2,119 days, which is the exact period of time when Il Duce runs out of Three Stooges shorts to watch at home and actually has to do some goddamn politicking. We know that the assassin's attempt, while a failure, will inspire more attacks directed at the evil nations that have forsaken supreme leader Il Duce and the Holy Father.

LETTER TO THE WORLD BY THE GOVERNMENT OF ITALY REGARDING NAVAL OPERATIONS OF THE ITALIAN REIGA MARINA

In these uncertain times, the Italian military has decided to hold a peaceful trip around the world to show off it's naval might on the high seas and overall incompetence when it comes to basic maneuvers. (It took our entire fleet three hours to leave port, and then the entire fleet had to turn back because one captain forgot his glasses, that captain also ended up tripping one of our own sea mines outside of the main naval base and going down with his ship.)

The Naval route our fleet will take shall be through the Suez Canal and then towards India, then docking at our base in Sumatra, then we shall dock all along the Chinese coast and visit Tokyo Bay for an official state visit by the admiralty, who has recently been granted political power as both a negotiator and a deliberator in foreign policy.

Toronto Naval Base
Captain Carlo Vichy inhaled the last puffs from his lingering cigar before stomping it firmly out on the wooden decks of the Conte di Cavour as Admiral Vito Margarita Pizza wolfed down the last slice of Italian pie he had got from the local food place thingy. With a sigh, Vichy saluted Pizza as the admiral's personal flag, a slice of pepperoni pizza, was hoisted up the main mast of the battleship. As the battleships large engines began to get powered, evidenced by the increasingly large wake around the vessel's stern, local tugboats weaved in and out attempting to free the ship from it's mornings. Outside of the captain's windowed personal quarters, a flurry of activity was being seen with many large and smaller ships of the fleet. On board several heavy cruisers, large quantities of ammunition were crane lifted below decks, along with ample stores of pasta noodles, stereotypical racist Italian accents and loads of wine for the officers. After a half hour of getting underway, Admiral Pizza went into the officer's lobby, where Captain Vichy had been eagerly expecting him.
"Bonjor."
"That's french you dumbass."
"Ciao."
"That's goodbye."
"Fuck you. Now that formalities have gone out the door, I am eager to see why this ship is leaving port? Is it an order from the admiralty to go out on patrol?"
"Negative Vichy, I ordered the entire fleet out, the force I had requested for this mission was originally denied by Il Duce, but after I beat him in an arm wrestling contest and kicked his ass at Texas hold'em poker, he acquiesced to my request. The entire fleet shall set a course through the Suez canal and will first stop off at our Naval base on Sumatra before making our way to Japan proper for an official visit. I read somewhere in a history book of the united states that the Americans made a great white fleet that they sailed all around the globe with."
"I also read the imperial Russians tried that same thing and were crushed at Tsushima."
"Vichy, we are not at war, it is merely a diplomatic mission and a show of joyful imperialist militarism at it's finest. Il Duce thinks it's a great idea to be a braggart on the world stage, especially with all these conquests we have under our belt. Personally, I'd say this navy deserves to show off to the world a bit, so this idea is a great one."
"It's just that... I have my reservations about leaving Italy undefend-"
"Italia will be just fine, Il Duce has no fucking idea what he's doing, so if the driver of this car that's flying off the rails is lost, I'm sure one of the shit scared passengers will figure out, 'hey, are we in a loony toons cartoon, why aren't we falling yet'?"
That last remark returned a calm demeanor and formed a casual smile to Vichy's lips as he grabbed another cigar and a large slice from a wheel of cheese. As more whistles were bitched out from the ships at port, the entire Italian navy set to sea, charting a course straight for the Suez Canal.

iSideWith results · by **Scottish Socialists** » Sat Sep 01, 2018 6:04 pm

Montréal, Quebec
August 30th, 1939

“Voici votre changement, Monsieur Valois.”
“Merci.”

For Christophe Valois, this was just another regular day.
He’d go to the patisserie, buy his fresh croissant, and eat it while walking to work.
This day was no different.
Or so he thought.

As he walked into the offices of ‘Radio Nationale Québec’, his assistant quickly appeared next to him and said “Monsieur Valois, vous allez vouloir voir ça.”

“Pourquoi?” Christophe said, still eating his croissant.

“Arcand. Il a été arrêté.” his assistant said, happiness in her voice.

Her happiness seemed to spread to Christophe, who quickly replied with “Finalement! Cet enfoiré mérite de mourir!” while still eating his croissant.

“Je suis d'accord. En tout cas, qu'est-ce que tu attends? Dites aux gens!” his assistant said.

Radio Nationale Québec
8:27am

”Bonjour Québec!

Je suis votre hôte, Christophe Valois, ici pour vous apporter des nouvelles passionnantes.

Adrien Arcand, l'homme qui a tenté de tuer Godbout, a été arrêté au centre-ville de Montréal après avoir été repéré par un passant.

Il est actuellement en garde à vue et sera bientôt condamné.

Dans d'autres nouvelles, un cambriolage a été contrecarrer après avoir été frappé à la tête avec une croissant! Plus sur cette histoire, plus tard.”

Nouvelle-Paris, Quebec
August 30th, 1939

Adélard Godbout was listening to the radio in his office, after being released from hospital with a broken arm after his car crash.

Once he had heard the news of Arcand’s arrest, he called his advisor.

BRRRING BRRRING
BRRRING BRRRING
BRRRING BRRRING

”Bonjour, Monsieur Poirot parlant.”

“Poirot. C'est Godbout. Est-ce que je peux commander une pendaison publique?”

“Oui.”

“Merci.”

*hangs up*

With that, Godbout told his secretary to tell the police to kill Arcand.

“Telle ironie. Le tueur est en train d'être tué.”

Montréal, Quebec
August 30th, 1939

After receiving the message from Godbout to kill Arcand, the police chief had the guillotine, cameras and radio broadcasters there in just under half an hour.

He went over to Arcand’s cell and said “Il est temps de partir.”

Arcand replied with “Suis-je libéré?”

The police chief just shook his head, handcuffed Arcand and along with 2 others, led him to the guillotine, where over 5000 people had gathered to watch him get killed.

As the minutes went by, Arcand was tied to the guillotine, the guillotine blade was lifted and the TV cameras were turned on.

”Des derniers mots?”

“Bien, je-“

Before Arcand could finish his sentence, the blade came down and sliced his head off, with it landing in the basket in front.

Adrien Arcand was dead.

The crowd chanted ”Vive le Québec!” over and over as Arcand’s body was dragged away.

by **Molvaniia** » Sat Sep 01, 2018 6:32 pm

August 31st, 1939, Petrograd, Russia

The Tsar sits in his office in the Petrograd Kremlin, he picks up his phone and calls Quebec's Leader, Adélard Godbout on the Trans-Russo-Quebec Telephone line.

"Greetings honorable leader of Quebec, I have a proposal I wish to discuss with you." The Tsar would begin.

"It's about a Alaska-Quebec Military Highway, stretching from Novo-Archangel to Nouvelle Paris, where I'd like access to a Major port." The Tsar would continue

by **Vietmihn** » Sat Sep 01, 2018 7:09 pm

Germany, September 1st, 1939

In no way do I support the Nazi Party or their actions.

Germany had been through years of turmoil, a political and an economic crisis and extreme political movements all beginning at the end of the First World War, with the drafting and signing of the Treaty of Versailles, which plunged Germany into all of these aforementioned problems. The Treaty of Versailles plunged Germany into massive economic strain, limitations on the Wehrmacht (German Armed Forces), and the rise of many radical political parties and factions. One of these parties was just the tiny German Workers Party for a few years. That is until Adolf Hitler came along. He became the leader of the renamed National Socialist German Worker's Party and led it to victory over many political opponents.

Hitler became Chancellor under Paul von Hindenburg, a former enemy of his, and in February, Hindenburg signed off on the Reichstag Fire Decree, which suspended various civil liberties by blaming Communists for the fire in the Reichstag and in March he signed the Enabling Act of 1933, which gave Hitler's regime massive power to do more of the things they wished to do. Hindenburg died the following year, after which Hitler declared himself Fuhrer und Reichskanzler, or Supreme Leader and Chancellor, which superseded both the President and Chancellor. This was supported by the largely Nazi Reichstag.

In 1933, after Hitler took total power over Germany, things began to happen that hadn't been seen legally in Germany for over a decade.

Those things were factories, recruitment centers, and shipyards. A lot of those were stopped by the terms of the Treaty of Versailles, and many Germans didn't like that.
Over time, Germany didn't only expand, they took Austria and the Sudetenland, and much of the world was in their sights in the form of Lebensraum, otherwise known as living space.
Hitler had a plan, and he was ready to put it in action. Divisions had been mobilized in August, and everything was ready to go for the invasion of Poland. Poland had been one of it's main targets since his rise to power, and here it finally came.

The military forces that were mobilized were assembled into 2 army groups, Army Group North, and Army Group South.

On the morning of August 29, 1939, Germany declared that a state of war existed between the New German Reich and the Second Republic of Poland.

At 4:43, German troops marched and German tanks rolled into Poland from the main border and from Eastern Prussia, backed by bombing from the Luftwaffe, and shelling from Germany's extensive artillery reserves.
Hitler speaks to the German Wehrmacht marching into Poland as they march by.

"My dear comrades of the fatherland, together, we shall brighten the future of the German homeland, and her rightful power! We will reclaim what has been taken from us by the horrible forces of the Allied powers, and those that wish to denounce our glorious nation for their own gain! Germany will be strong again, as in the days of old grandeur. This time, people shall not laugh at the might of the German Reich! Our nation shall stand proud against our oppressors and those that wish to stand in our way! It does not matter whether you are an engineer or an infantryman, all that matters is that you're one of our true German people, whether you work in the military or in a factory, all that matters is that you are willing to fight and die for the fatherland! Germany shall stand strong for all time, no matter the obstacles we face!!

As our anthem says, Deutschland uber alles! Long live Germany!"

In short: Following several German-staged incidents (like the Gleiwitz incident, a part of Operation Himmler), which German propaganda used as a pretext to claim that German forces were acting in self-defence, the first regular act of war took place on 1 September 1939, at 04:45, as the old German pre-dreadnought battleship Schleswig-Holstein opened fire on the Polish military transit depot at Westerplatte in the Free City of Danzig on the Baltic Sea. At 08:00, German troops—still without a formal declaration of war issued—attacked near the Polish village of Mokra. The Battle of the Border had begun. Later that day, the Germans attacked on Poland's western, southern and northern borders, while German aircraft began raids on Polish cities. The main face of the attack led eastwards from Germany through the western Polish border. Supporting attacks came from East Prussia in the north.

iSideWith results · by **Scottish Socialists** » Sat Sep 01, 2018 7:10 pm

Molvaniia wrote:
August 31st, 1939, Petrograd, Russia

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The Tsar sits in his office in the Petrograd Kremlin, he picks up his phone and calls Quebec's Leader, Adélard Godbout on the Trans-Russo-Quebec Telephone line.

"Greetings honorable leader of Quebec, I have a proposal I wish to discuss with you." The Tsar would begin.

"It's about a Alaska-Quebec Military Highway, stretching from Novo-Archangel to Nouvelle Paris, where I'd like access to a Major port." The Tsar would continue

As Adélard was sitting down, listening to the Tsars proposal, he thought for a minute.
He then replied with “Quels sont les bénéfices?”

by **Molvaniia** » Sat Sep 01, 2018 7:13 pm

The Tsar would continue, "The Benefits your nation is the connection to Russian Alaska, which Russian Merchants and Traders can take under Military Supervision to your capital, which would benefit your economy. This would also tie your Economy to mine, giving you a major boost."

iSideWith results · by **Scottish Socialists** » Sat Sep 01, 2018 7:17 pm

Molvaniia wrote:The Tsar would continue, "The Benefits your nation is the connection to Russian Alaska, which Russian Merchants and Traders can take under Military Supervision to your capital, which would benefit your economy. This would also tie your Economy to mine, giving you a major boost."

Listening intently, Adélard thought about it further.
Having closer ties to the Russian Empire would boost the economy, and it would give us a close ally.

After around 10 seconds, he replies “Eh bien, ça me semble bien.”

by **Suryak** » Sat Sep 01, 2018 7:37 pm

Khanbaliq, Yuan China

Not many countries know about Yuan China's massive army, the industry and especially the Navy-except for the Japanese. They had plenty of border patrols on the Korean border.
Even the Empire of Russia knew of the powerful army inside the area that is Yuan China thanks to mere border patrols.

These thoughts clouded Pu Yi as he walked around the Forbidden City.
He had built, with the help of Onkrien 'Khan' a powerful nation. For What?
The world was about to descended into Chaos, all for what? China was strong, which side to join!
"Only time will tell, may the gods bless all of China."

by **Joushiki Nante Iranai** » Sun Sep 02, 2018 1:01 am

Madrid, España, Iberia. September 1st 1939.

The Civil War was in recent memory for all. All could remember the atrocities of the Republicans, who mere years ago controlled the entire peninsula. Since then, the empire has been in a state of recovery, but this has had many positives. For example, unemployment was at a low that had not been seen since records began, and the armed forces were being modernised past countries such as Britain, Germany and Russia. The capacity, however, was yet to surpass that of Poland or the Netherlands.

King Luís Filipe I and Queen Beatriz I issued a joint statement to the world this morning.

by **Molvaniia** » Sun Sep 02, 2018 5:07 am

Petrograd, Russia, September 2nd, 1939

After the beginning of the Alaskan and Quebec portions of the Highway were being built, the Largest portion was in Canada. The Tsar picked up his phone and Dialed Prime Minister Owen Hudson of Canada.

"Greetings Prime Minister, I have a proposal that would benefit you in a major way." The Tsar would begin.

iSideWith results · by **Scottish Socialists** » Sun Sep 02, 2018 5:57 am

Molvaniia wrote:
Petrograd, Russia, September 2nd, 1939

After the beginning of the Alaskan and Quebec portions of the Highway were being built, the Largest portion was in Canada. The Tsar picked up his phone and Dialed Prime Minister Owen Hudson of Canada.

"Greetings Prime Minister, I have a proposal that would benefit you in a major way." The Tsar would begin.

Nouvelle-Paris, Quebec
September 2nd, 1939

The Tsar forgot that the Alaskan-Canadian lines also link up with the Quebec lines, due to the trans-Russo-Quebec line.

Without hesitation, after the Tsar had stated that sentence, Godbout said “J'accepterais si j'étais toi.”

by **Higher Japan** » Sun Sep 02, 2018 7:36 am

Japan, Tokyo

The Japanese empire, strong, culturally superior and the superpower of the East. With glorious culture radiating out from the heart of Tokyo all the way to their far western territories in China. Of course to the south was the culturally backwards and barbaric Yuan that had long since blocked any Japanese attempt to move further south. Up in the north, the Russians had also halted the advance, proving that the IJA was in no state to continue fighting a land war with Russia beyond 1 battle. But now things were changing. The coveted Yamato class battleships were slowly nearing the end of their scrapping, their guns sent off to some other island or Formosa as coastal batteries while the steel was to be divided among the other branches.

Behind closed doors, bureaucrats and politicians alike panicked at the state of events in the world. Beyond the humiliation up north, the shipyards could not convert the steel into carriers and destroyers at such a fast rate to match America. Furthermore the combined fleet was not ready for any major naval action. On top of all this the Italians were soon going to visit Tokyo as their last destination which in itself was bound to be a diplomatic failure. Ultimately, a decision and solution was made. the steel would be allocated to the IJN as first priority, industrial power along the Yuan coast needed to be freed up and the Italian fleet could not reach Tokyo.

by **Molvaniia** » Sun Sep 02, 2018 8:00 am

Manchuria-Russian Border, September 3rd, 1939

A large Russian movement of Tanks and Troops start making their way to Manchuria. The Initial goal is to reclaim Russian Territory before the Russo-Japanese War. Russian General Sergei Volshikov is the ring master of "The Reclaiming of the Tsar's Land" or "The Second Russo-Japanese War". Another large movement in Northern Sakhalin is to reclaim all of Sakhalin and to make claims into Korea.

Japanese Manchuria, September 4th, 1939

Russian Troops start to make a decent into Manchuria, capturing a large chunk of Eastern Manchuria, while the Sakhalin Army has been trudging through the Forests of Sakhalin, assaulting Japanese Patrols, Entrenchments, and Bases.

by **Newne Carriebean7** » Sun Sep 02, 2018 9:24 am

Kingdom of Italy
Rome
First Meeting of the Military Congress of Generals

General Emio De Bono poured a large quantity of brandy into a shot glass, overflowing the poor thing and leaving the remaining alcohol to be left on the golden oak surface of the table. Handing a glass to Admiral Angelo Iachino, his naval based comrade hissed out.
"That Damn Mussolini must think he's the second napoleon with this type of military thinking. The armed forces are simply unprepared for a war with anyone!"
"If one of those political armchair generals points out our successes against Albania, I'll have to tie them down to the railway and run a locomotive over their brain dead ignorance! The only reason we were able to conquer Albania so fast was the fact that the Albanians surrendered so quickly, if it was a month long campaign, we'd most certainly be driven back into the sea, and King Zog would be offered the Italian crown."
"I concur, the Italian army's in a worse state, many units lack the needed weaponry and the uniforms for fighting in those mountainous ranges. The Greeks would be able to pin us down in foxholes, pick us off one by one and then push us out towards Albania, or even have us chased to the mainland quicker than we can say Mama Mia!"
"So what do we do, do we just disobey the order? that would be tantamount to treason."
"Of course we're not going to do that, I love the feeling of having no noose around my neck for the 8th consecutive month in a row! We'll simply pin the effort of invasion onto someone else, preferably a political rival to enable us to move up the ranks of politics and army strength. How about we recommend General Vito Scalleta, his intelligence seems to be just a hair above knowing not to eat lead and has almost mastered the ability to walk without drooling on one side of his mouth. If he fails or better yet dies, then we'd have a clear shot at proving ourselves in saving Italy from those dirty Greeks, we'd get large promotions and retire with loads of snack food items and denture cream for days"
"Mmm, Denture Cream, alright, I agree with this plan, I'll send a messenger to Il Duce requesting that he assign Vito Scalleta to the position as our commander in Albania for the Invasion of Greece. Let us toast, to our inevitable success!"
*clink*

Benito Mussolini's Villa
A tired looking horse and it's rider stopped outside the intimidating power of the Italian supreme commander. As the robed figure dismounted his fleshy chariot of fur and neighing, a pair of Italian guardsmen saluted when he rushed inside and noticed Mussolini standing still as an elderly painter sat fixated in one corner of the room, preparing another propagandize piece of him nearly being one of the ceasers.
"Il Duce!"
Mussolini's triumphant pose was broken, much to the ire of the painter, who gave up and walked out of the room as the leader turned to face the intruder.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm motherfucking General Vito Antonio Scalleta. I am also a messanger sent to deliver you this piece of paper."
"Give me that goddamn piece of sh-hmm, A full scale military invasion of Greece via our Albanian conquest, utilizing a total of 60,000 soldiers, 9,000 Calvary, 170 big guns and 140 tanks in a single large march down the middle of their nation in an attempt to rush Athens before the enemy could mobilize... I'm unsure about this, I mean, it seems like to launch a military campaign so suddenly-"
"It's such a great idea, right? I'm so happy Il Duce agrees with me on something! I feel like I could love Il Duce, but I'm not completely gay, just most of the men under my command. I'd urge you to cancel your proposed naval excursion and allow those ships to escort my forces to Albania for the upcoming assault."
"I've already ordered the entire fleet to sortie for a blockade of Greece and the Island of Crete. Now I was wondering when you'd launch such a military offensive-"
"As soon as my feet touch down on Italian soil in Albania. I shall order all forces to banzai charge agaisnt the greeks with sporadic artillery fire and support from what planes we could find that can drop bombs. We might just be able to figure out how to use a rifle, I know you point the shooty part towards you."
"Away."
"Away from you... this is brand new knowledge, I'll have to write this shit down, point the shooty part of guns away from you, what's next, the splitting of the atom?"
Mussolini sighed before palming his entire face and shaking his hands, saying the word shoo.
"Yes sir, When I return, I expect a parade!"
With the slam of the door, Mussolini raced for the bottle of wine he had in his closet, drinking down the entire bottle as the room gradually got dark when a storm rolled in.

Greeco-Albanian Boarder

A dusty looking airplane touched down mere meters from the dug in trenches, catching several soldiers off guard that nearly attempted to shoot at the aircraft. Out stepped the pilot, Vito Antonio Scalleta, who was met with several snappy salutes by the men gathered in curiosity that noticed the plane land and not crash.
"Greetings you Italian fucks, I am General Vito Antonio Scalleta, I am the supreme commander of all forces in Albania, and I have been given orders for a full scale military invasion of Greece. My military planning has been an extensive five minutes, well actually it's been five seconds, I spent the remaining four minutes and fifty five seconds in the bathroom over that bean burrito that the Spanish served me. If it was an attempt at poisoning, they damn nearly succeeded. Now I want all guns to shoot randomly at the enemy's front line and await my signal to send ten thousand troops over the top supported by a thousand galloping bastards."
With a smile beaming from Vito's face, he got a badly needed massage from the Army's doctor and chiropractor as the sweet sound of shell fire drifted him to sleep for a full eighteen minutes. When he awoke again, the artillery seemed to be gradually diminishing in size and thunderous strength before an abrupt silence oozed from the battlefield.
"Launch the Attack, and inform the Greeks we're at war."
With a sigh, the telegraph operator tapped out Morse code and a small message to be delivered to the Greek government.

A-STATE-OF WAR-EXISITS-BETWEEN-ITALY-AND-GREECE-STOP.

As the telegraph was being sent, 20,000 soldiers, many of whom were raw recruits or badly trained ones at best, emerged from their trenches in elongated formations akin to military tactics of the Napoleonic Wars. That might have been because Scalleta was reading War and Peace and liking the military strategies used in the 1800s. As the columns of large Italian men marched uncertainly forwards, several surrounding hills lit up almost like it was Christmas, peppering the terrain and the surrounding troops in sheets of hot off the presses lead, causing several men to panic and rout, only spurred back into formation by the threats of their own badly aimed artillery, which lobbed a shot directly into an Italian battalion, blowing the middle ranks clean off and shaking the ends with the vibration of the earth and shrapnel. As the Italian gunners continued their barrage of hot shells that landed short, impacting the front lines with ferocious hits to the back of many soldiers. Within five minutes, the first troops noticed an actual Greek soldier, sending the army into a panic, with several shots ringing from the trees, felling several Italians to friendly fire before a wounded voice of a Greek was heard. There were also the distant sound of trampling hooves, startling many of the soldiers.
"Fix Bayonets, all forces form square and prepare to repel Calvary charge!"
As the outdated square formation was adopted, the Greek army let loose with a barrage of shot, impacting the tightly packed square formations, killing many Italians as they rushed back to the relative safety of the trenches. Vito Scalleta, who finished watching a movie in the officer's lounge emerged to see a panicked mass of soldiers running pass them.
"Excellent boys, you've managed to take so much of Greece, you want to take back some of Italy for the hell of it! I'm proud of you boys!"
Grabbing a young soldier by the arm, he smiled at him, to which the young man failed to share the blind and dumb optomism that had infected Vito.
"General, you're a fucking idiot. We've lost over 18,000 soldiers!"
"Oh. Shit. Well in that case, inform the remaning troops to retire to camp, set up defensive fortifications and get me a change of shorts."
With a look at the reeking smell emanating from Vito, the soldier gagged and vomited in a nearby bush.

Off the Coast of Greece
Admiral Vito Margarita Pizza finished another one of his many cigars before staring out from the fleet flagship, looking at the hobble disorder that the Italian fleet had found itself in. A Battleship was blocking the way for three destroyers, to which they rammed into the battleship and began to push the large 20,000 ton vessel sideways in the water as a pair of heavy cruisers were towed along, egged on by a drunken game of how low can the cruiser Pola go.
As Pizza grabbed another cigar and a large wheel of cheese he was planning on sneaking onto a french airliner, a messenger delivered a piece of paper to him.
With a sigh, Pizza threw the messenger overboard before conferring with an officer.
"Inform all ships to begin bombardment of the Greek Coast. If they are not in range, they will not fire. This means the destroyers and light cruisers will be out of the shooting range for now, they'll get to bombard Athens or something."
"Yes sir."
As the naval ships' turrets spun around, including the flagship's large caliber dreadnought sized armaments, Pizza took in the sights around him of the shred of competence the Italians were doing. It was quite a beautiful sight if you were not going to be on the receiving end of those guns. A tap on his shoulder brought him out of the angelic like trance he had placed himself in.
"Admiral, all ships are prepped and ready to fire."
"Begin bombardment with the big guns first, then the smaller ones immediately. We'll cease fire after ten minutes of bombardment."
"Yes Admiral."
As those words were communicated throughout the fleet using light signals, pigeon carriers and submerged runners between the ships, the gunners got off their asses and loaded the large quantity of explosives needed to propel the projectiles of varying sizes, from the battleship's large Great War era cannons to the more modest destroyer's peashooters. The Long, slow, drawn out image of sheets of flame soon erupted from the biggest vessels in the Reiga Marina, followed by smaller sheets from the heavy cruisers that were not giving out naval horseback rides to other ships. The once idealistic Italian classical music was replaced by the bellicose ramblings of Italian soldiers and the latest propaganda films that supplemented gone with the wind that was playing in the movie theaters on board the large battleships.

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iSideWith results · by **Scottish Socialists** » Sun Sep 02, 2018 1:50 pm

Nouvelle-Paris, Quebec
September 5th, 1939

Adélard Godbout had nothing to do.
He was sitting in his office, thinking about his beautiful country.
Then he had an idea.
He thought to himself, 'Et si j'achetais Terre-Neuve-et-Labrador de la Grande-Bretagne?'

So he picked up the phone and dialed Neville Chamberlain.

He heard him pick up, and heard 'Hello? This is Neville Chamberlain speaking. How may I help you?'

Adélard smirked slightly, and replied with 'J'aimerais acheter Terre-Neuve-et-Labrador pour 1,881,383.78 dollars américains. C'est 2 cents l'acre.'

by **Vietmihn** » Sun Sep 02, 2018 4:01 pm

Poland, September 9, 1939

Polish fighter P-11 camouflaged in battle airfield, September 1939

At around 3:43 PM on September 7th, German troops began the siege of Danzig, Poland. This was of vital importance, and cutting off the remaining Polish government from the rest of their troops would make this easier. As more troops advanced around the only remaining large city in Poland, making the circle around the city even thicker. The overall German lines would push forward with most of what they had, putting Danzig safely behind German lines. German troop positions were beginning to get crazy and spread out, but there was one division that was standing in the exact positions they were supposed to. That division was the 1st SS Panzer Division, and you know why? Adolf Hitler was on the front lines as a morale boost to his troops, and to inspect his troops. He had moved on from the 2nd Panzer Division to the 3rd Infantry Division to the one he was finally with, the 1st SS Panzer, a part of the Schutzstaffel reinforcements sent to help finish off Poland.

Hitler was actually enjoying watching the battle from a mile back, until the Polish Air Force, in a desperate attempt to break into their capital, began shelling the 1st SS Panzer Division, taking out many tanks and killing a few dozen men. That, however, was not the main issue. The main issue was the safety of Hitler, who was staying behind the front lines with a reserve regiment.
Despite him staying back a mile, his location was still targeted by Polish PZL.37 Łoś medium bombers and PZL.23 Karaś light bombers, which were relatively modern compared to the Polish Air Force's fighters.
A message was sent by the 13th Anti-Aircraft brigade of the Luftwaffe when they heard of the situation.

We are on our way and ready to stop Polish Air Force activity in the area.

After what felt like forever to the tired and depleted ranks of the 1st SS Panzer Division, the brigade finally came, shooting down a few polish bombers and fighters, and forcing the Poles to retreat.

After the battle, Hitler had a meeting with Heinrich Himmler, the man in charge of the Schutzstaffel, and Erwin Rommel, the man in charge of his personal defense.

Hitler: You've got to be kidding me. Our Italian allies, no matter how useful they may be for our gain, are a real pain in the butt when they don't know how to fire artillery straight...
Rommel: Their work in Greece is being done by uh what's his name... that Italian general that decided to be Napoleon 2.0 in the 20th century was a good idea...
Himmler: You don't mean General Vito Scalleta.. do you?
Rommel: I did mean that, actually...
Hitler: I can't do much about Italy, but I want Russia's support, and Russia is attacking Manchuria right now... I could make Japan a sort of enemy for their taking of our lands in the First World War.
Rommel & Himmler: I'm not sure about that... They are also a good ally to have.
Hitler: It would provide a way for me to support Russia and possibly get their support, but it'd also lead me to lose the alliance with Japan.

Hitler sends a highly encrypted, secret message to the Russian Government in Moscow.

Deutsches Reich

To the government of the Russian Empire,
You are hereby informed by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Third Reich that are supported in your conquest of Manchuria, and we would like to discuss a non-aggression treaty between our two great nations.
Together, our nations having peace can stop the next generation of our youth from being slaughtered on battlefields fighting against each other, and instead, we can have peace, expanding our economic and military capabilities rather than wasting our manpower and economic capabilities. Together, our nations can grow rather than fail and can work together not for ourselves, but to establish an order that will let our children live in a world of Russian and German peace and strength rather than turmoil and war.

We have a delegation ready to be sent to your antion at any time if you wish to discuss this.

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by **Newne Carriebean7** » Sun Sep 02, 2018 10:56 pm

Kingdom of Italy
Greeco-Albanian Boarder

General Vito Antonio Scalleta emerged from his tent and felt repulsed by his still smelling body, dropping an entire pidegon out of the sky for comedic effect. After a few snappy salutes, he talked with a nearby officer.
"Ah, Officer Tomasino. I am incredibly pleased at yesterday's battle results."
"How the hell can you even muster up the oxygen to say that Vito when you've fumbled and lost nearly 90% of your starting force?"
"I assure you that I will get reinforcements from the mainland, I already hear the Naval fleet is to either land troops on Greek Islands to draw forces away from my area of the front to enable a fierce punch through or to prevent the Greek fleet from launching a sortie and bombarding us along the Adriatic sea. I also woke up this morning to take a piss and discovered that an armored coloum of the finest Italian tanks, twenty one Fiat 3000s from the great war, five M11/39 medium tanks and four tanks of my own design."

One of the Vito designed tanks lumbered into position, the machine barely holding together with all the toothpaste and prayers to hoowdy doody they could cram in between the rivets of the machine. The small engine sputtered as much as it could, seemingly wanting to be killed by a power shortage to prevent it from moving the 4 ton machine. What stood out from the relatively plain design was a large gun that jutted out from the front of the machine, currently raised in a fixed height.
"General, is that a 75mm mountain gun you inserted into one of our tracked troop carriers?"
"No, it's a tank."
"it's a piece of shit that won't move very fast."
"That's a damn lie, I saw it move at least. In fact, I brought my grandmother over to race the machine, and she just barely beat it, so it can go around 5 miles per hour. That's a really fast tank according to me."
"General, you do know you're a complete dumbass right?"
"Thank you for noticing, I was wondering if anyone would say anything, so reliving to finally get it off your chest, don't it? Now inform the men to prepare to launch another assault on the Greek positions!"
"You must be insane, You only have 2,000 troops, 140 mounted soldiers 30 big guns and the same amount of armored support."
"And we're probably going up against a motley crew of militiamen, farmers with guns and anger issues, and the occasional child suicide bomber."
"May I be quick to remind you that it was that force which forced our offensive to stall, and because of your insistence on Napoleonic era military tactics in this age of firepower and automatic weaponry."
"They are good tactics, such as marching in a long line and attempting to lure the enemy's ammunition out of hiding! My strategy seems to be working, as we'll gradually gain reinforcements, the enemy will run out of ammunition and then we'll be able to charge in with our bare fists wearing nothing at all for protection and win in hand to hand combat!"
"So why the hell are the tanks for? Will they play any role in today's attempt to invade?"
"They are here to strike fear with the enemy, knowing that we have armored goofballs inside armored coffins of doom! My military plan for today will be two fold, the armored forces shall engage in a pincer movement, covering the flanks of our army as the Calvary and tanks move as a single unit. Then I shall mount on my ride and run back and forth along the enemy's military positions, taunting them with my thick gangster accent about how fat their momma is. When the enemy has exhausted all their ammunition, I shall give the order for a general charge with the sharpened stick and pointy shooty thingies."
"That plans has so many goddamn flaws, will there even be an artiller-"
Several loud booms were heard outside, causing many of the staff to dive into a nearby ditch, which also happened to be the latrine. After the shit covered Vito was fished out of the murky waters, sounds of rifle fire careened in the air, with bullets nipping at General Scalleta's shoes, ripping off one of his tas-those damn things at the ends of shoelaces that phineas and ferb did an episode on. As Vito dried himself off, he yanked a pair of binoculars that was hanging off the walls of the tent before going back outside to get a better look at the situation.
"General, the Greek Army is counterattacking, orders sir?!"

Vito froze up, he had not expected nor even planned for an operation to counter a Greek assault, he assumed the Greeks would be bloodied after the previous engagement. To think the Greeks would be cheeky enough to attempt a counter assault was a ridiculous assumption in Vito's mind, yet his eyes were not lying, nor deceiving him. Taking a drop of blood from his finger, he tasted it and realized he had not be drugged or placed on some psychedelic drug trip involving willy wonka, northern Siberian watch dealers and american leader Calvin Coolidge's gravestone, what was occurring was real. In a hurry he turned to the officer.
"Withdraw all units except 80 volunteers, 5 mounted soldiers, 1 big gun and a single Fiat 3000 tank. Their orders shall be to fight a rearguard action to the last man. The fate of Operation FUCK GREECE is in those troops' hands. May god have mercy on our enemy, for those soldiers shall show no quarter,and fight to the last bullet."
In a big slow motion moment, Vito handpicked each of the 85 soldiers, some of the more competent men and whistled for his aide to approach his side.
"Yes General?"
"Officer, what is your name?"
"Chef Boyardee sir."
"You are now in command of these 85 soldiers and what equiptment is left here, we are withdrawing with the remaining troops back to Albania to allow an easier time for supplies to arrive and for my own strength to build up. I expect every single one of you to fight to the last, Now let me give you a rousing spe-"
Before another sylabul was spoken by the general, sheets of flame rained down upon the base, mowing dozens of Italy's best soldiers down akin to a lawnmower and grass.
"General your rear gaurd's all dead."
"What? how the fuck did that happen?"
"They were standing in formation, listening to your speech and a machine gun hosed them down with bullets while you were talking."
"Son of a bitch, to hell with formalities, tank fucker, hold the line, all other units, retreat!"
The gunner of the Fiat 3000 groaned before climbing into his machine and heading the opposite direction as the rest of the army. This gunner was a mad man, but he was the only option left at this point.
"Come on you Greek fuckers, let it rip!" the gunner roared as his main cannon shot off a piping hot 37mm shell directly for a pair of Greek gyros manning a machine gun nest, blowing them sky high and resulting in some rare greek deaths so far on this campaign. While this was occurring, the majority of the Italian forces began to march into Italian controlled Albania a few dozen at a time. The lone tank shot once more, killing a pair of Greek soldiers that were rushing past.

The gunner felt relived of his services to Il Duce, and squeezed the trigger once more, sending yet another shell into a hill, missing completely in the heat of battle. The gunner suddenly felt sharp pain in his leg, turning down to notice the removal of his right foot completely by a greek AT round that left a hole in the Great War era vehicle's armor. Undeterred by this, he grabbed another shell from the back before being decapitated by a Greek artillery round which removed the turret clean off. The last stand of the Italian tanker had come to an end, after fighting for a solid 9 minutes and allowing fifteen hundred of the original 2,000 soldiers force and Vito to escape into Albania,where reinforcements had begun arriving to stabilize and clean up Vito's mess in the Balkans.

Kingdom of Italy
Rome
Benito Mussolini calmly removed the safety off his side arm and fired into the shoulder of the poor messenger boy which delivered news of Italy's recent disaster regarding the Balkan Adventure the armed forces were on. When the boy flinched back, Mussolini ended his life with a blunt smack of the revolver/handgun/whatever the fuck Mussolini's using. He handed the bad news exceptionally well, there were no reports of military officials purged and was even going to be involved in a top level meeting with two high ranking generals which promised solutions to the situation regarding the Greeks.
General Emio De Bono entered the room, smiling from ear to ear at the dead corpse that layed motionless on the floor of Mussolini's personal office.
"Il Duce. To what do I owe the honor of such a high level meeting?"
"Turns out the fucker in Italy actually was as incompetent as I was warned about. However, Because I don't want him near me, and would prefer not for him to rile up the Susseni tribesmen in Lybia, he shall retain his position as Supreme Commander in Albania, however you shall be sent as reinforcements for our precarious position."
"Why not send him to command the forces in Italian East Africa?"
"Because I feel like him being close to me where I can leash him if need be but further enough away to rid myself of aching headaches if a suitable compromise."
"But, Il Douche-"
"What the fuck did you just say? It's motherfucking Il DUCE, not Il douche! If I wasn't out of bullets, I'd kill you right now for that remark. But regardless of your protests, prepare to move to Albania with 70,000 reinforcing soldiers with 9,000 of those mounted, 120 tanks and 80 more big artillery pieces. No more complaints from you, just go right now!"
"Yes, Il Duce."
"Much better now motherfucker. I'm motherfucking Benito Mussolini Il Duce, the Ceaser of the Italian Riech!"
"Riech is a german word."
"Fuck off, that's an order."
"Yes, Il Duce."

Above Athens

High above the city of the former Athenians and modern day Greeks, the seat of Greek political might and historical importance could be faintly mapped out in between the wispy looking Cirrus clouds. In between these clouds lurked a squadron of Italian medium bombers ominously. Taking another gander at his atmosphere, pilot Albino Luciani noted a total of 14,885 feet above sea level. He paid no attention in bombing school, and so decided to wait a bit longer before unloading his pride and joy down onto the city. Tucked into the belly of the fuselage draped plane that smelt like burnt noodles were a baker's dozen of death comprising of 250 pound bombs, all ready to drop down death on the greekies.
Luciani talked on the radio to his fellow pilots.
"Excuse me, are we all in position for the deliverance of care packages to the greek children?"
"Lead Plane, this is 05, we're having issues with the engine and are loosing altitude."
"Plane 05, you are to get back in formation and have your mechanic leave the plane and fix the damn issue on the wing, got it?"
"Yes, papa bless, we're going to do that n-and the fucker just got caught in the engine, we'll see you in two to three years from the outside of a Greek prison, over and out!"
With a muted look of horror, Luciani raced to the window from the safety of his seat, noticing the trail of reddish black smoke from the declining bomber as it disappeared from sight.
After a short emotional scene, Luciani gave the all clear signal to the other planes remaining, dropping little grey bricks that explode when impacting the ground, causing several explosion to be seen from the cockpit amidst the wispy clouds as Athens was bombed from the air by a total of 19 planes.

by **Arvenia** » Sun Sep 02, 2018 11:24 pm

Ottawa, Canada
The PM caught up in the Russo-Quebecois line.
"Hello, gentlemen", he said. "It is strange that we are all connected on a single line."

Nunavut, Canada
The Canadian Federal Forces held a military exercise in Nunavut. They all trained in case of a new Great War. The exercise involved military aviation, firing range, SR (Search & Rescue) and stealth. The officer responsible for the exercise is General Justin Devereaux of the Canadian Federal Army. The Canadian Ministry of Defence worries that the URAP might be a possible threat to Canada due to it's fascist ideology and alleged anti-Canadian sentiment.

by **Molvaniia** » Mon Sep 03, 2018 4:12 am

Vietmihn wrote:
Poland, September 9, 1939

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Polish fighter P-11 camouflaged in battle airfield, September 1939

At around 3:43 PM on September 7th, German troops began the siege of Danzig, Poland. This was of vital importance, and cutting off the remaining Polish government from the rest of their troops would make this easier. As more troops advanced around the only remaining large city in Poland, making the circle around the city even thicker. The overall German lines would push forward with most of what they had, putting Danzig safely behind German lines. German troop positions were beginning to get crazy and spread out, but there was one division that was standing in the exact positions they were supposed to. That division was the 1st SS Panzer Division, and you know why? Adolf Hitler was on the front lines as a morale boost to his troops, and to inspect his troops. He had moved on from the 2nd Panzer Division to the 3rd Infantry Division to the one he was finally with, the 1st SS Panzer, a part of the Schutzstaffel reinforcements sent to help finish off Poland.

Hitler was actually enjoying watching the battle from a mile back, until the Polish Air Force, in a desperate attempt to break into their capital, began shelling the 1st SS Panzer Division, taking out many tanks and killing a few dozen men. That, however, was not the main issue. The main issue was the safety of Hitler, who was staying behind the front lines with a reserve regiment.
Despite him staying back a mile, his location was still targeted by Polish PZL.37 Łoś medium bombers and PZL.23 Karaś light bombers, which were relatively modern compared to the Polish Air Force's fighters.
A message was sent by the 13th Anti-Aircraft brigade of the Luftwaffe when they heard of the situation.
We are on our way and ready to stop Polish Air Force activity in the area.

After what felt like forever to the tired and depleted ranks of the 1st SS Panzer Division, the brigade finally came, shooting down a few polish bombers and fighters, and forcing the Poles to retreat.

After the battle, Hitler had a meeting with Heinrich Himmler, the man in charge of the Schutzstaffel, and Erwin Rommel, the man in charge of his personal defense.

Hitler: You've got to be kidding me. Our Italian allies, no matter how useful they may be for our gain, are a real pain in the butt when they don't know how to fire artillery straight...
Rommel: Their work in Greece is being done by uh what's his name... that Italian general that decided to be Napoleon 2.0 in the 20th century was a good idea...
Himmler: You don't mean General Vito Scalleta.. do you?
Rommel: I did mean that, actually...
Hitler: I can't do much about Italy, but I want Russia's support, and Russia is attacking Manchuria right now... I could make Japan a sort of enemy for their taking of our lands in the First World War.
Rommel & Himmler: I'm not sure about that... They are also a good ally to have.
Hitler: It would provide a way for me to support Russia and possibly get their support, but it'd also lead me to lose the alliance with Japan.

Hitler sends a highly encrypted, secret message to the Russian Government in Moscow.

Deutsches Reich

To the government of the Russian Empire,
You are hereby informed by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Third Reich that are supported in your conquest of Manchuria, and we would like to discuss a non-aggression treaty between our two great nations.
Together, our nations having peace can stop the next generation of our youth from being slaughtered on battlefields fighting against each other, and instead, we can have peace, expanding our economic and military capabilities rather than wasting our manpower and economic capabilities. Together, our nations can grow rather than fail and can work together not for ourselves, but to establish an order that will let our children live in a world of Russian and German peace and strength rather than turmoil and war.

We have a delegation ready to be sent to your nation at any time if you wish to discuss this.

A letter arrives from the Russian capital of Petrograd (St. Petersburg)

Российская империя

To the honorable leader of Germany,
Though I am hesitant, we shall wait for the delegation
to arrive in Petrograd to further discuss this matter.

,Бог спас царь,
Николай II из Российской империи

by **Molvaniia** » Mon Sep 03, 2018 4:22 am

Sakhalin, September 11th, 1939

After a long grudging battle in Central Sakhalin, The Russians have captured all of the island. More troops from Central Asia are arriving to give support the the pushes in Manchuria and Korea.

Japanese Manchuria, September 12th, 1939

As Russian soldiers trudge through the swaps of Manchuria, they are assaulted by a Japanese Infantry Brigade, the Russians, caught in a small valley, proceed to use the surrounding swampland as cover. Though, as it seems the Japanese are starting to pick off the Russians, A Russian armored unit followed them in and scared away the Japanese.

A letter is sent from the front lines to Tokyo

Российская империя

To the honorable leader of Japan,
As we know, your troops in Southern Sakhalin, Korea, and Manchuria
aren't doing much to repel our attacks, The Tsar of Russia and I, kindly
ask you to surrender these lands. If you do not comply, an Invasion of Mainland
Japan will be conducted.

,Бог спас царь,
Командир Российской империи, Владимир Войнович

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